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| Just Like this... |
To show who I am is not as simple as you think,
To share what I think is not actually easy as you feel,
To find someone special or suitable to listen to what I wanted to share,
is just as hard as collecting a tears that falls into the sand.
The reason why I am different with different people,
is not because I am fake,
is just I don't want to rely to anyone,
The pain after all sweetness is just so illusionary
Can I not be the one that always know the heart?
Sometimes is so tiring but yet there is no one to share,
the one dearest is not always the person for sharing,
because making them worry is just not the love I wanted from them.
Being like this all the while,
just change me to be even different,
I scared one day, I would be scared to listen to anyone sharing anything to me..
